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Chapter 32 - Chapter 31: The Wrath of the Gold-Tier Beasts 

Chapter 31: The Wrath of the Gold-Tier Beasts 

 

The chaos of the battlefield had only just begun to settle when the world itself turned against the invaders. 

 

A deafening rumble surged through the cave system and into the land outside. The earth convulsed as if it had a will of its own, splitting the battlefield with ferocious intent. Massive chunks of stone plummeted from above, crushing unlucky disciples and rogue cultivators who had taken cover far too late. 

 

Then came the sound 

 

Eight thunderous roars, each one more terrifying than the last, reverberated across the entire region. The roars struck into the very cores of every living being present, shaking not only the earth but their very souls. 

 

"What in the hell was that?!" someone screamed, their voice lost in the panic. 

 

From the shattered depths of the underground tunnels, they came. 

 

Seven colossal Gold Tier 1 Demonic Beasts, each more monstrous than the next, erupted from hidden passages beneath the central cave. Their bodies radiated primal might, raw rage gleaming in their glowing eyes. Each step they took cracked the earth; every breath they exhaled warped the air. 

 

But they were not the worst. 

 

Towering above even them was a beast with an even more terrifying aura with a ruthless gleam in it's eyes. A Gold Tier 2 Demonic Beast, its aura thick enough to choke lesser cultivators into unconsciousness. Covered in emerald-scaled armor, it moved with terrifying grace, its serpentine tail shattering stone as it slithered forth. 

 

Its roar silenced all other sounds, a declaration of wrath that chilled even the boldest fighters to the bone. 

 

The once-hot battlefield turned ice-cold with despair. 

 

Sect disciples, rogue cultivators, even the high-spirited demons who had come to reap benefits—none were spared from the sheer terror. They ran as Fast as they could Without coordination and without formation. Just pure, unfiltered survival instinct. 

 

The Gold Tier experts who had appeared earlier—2 from each of the four major sects, plus the rogue and the 2 Demons—rushed to intercept two of the rampaging beasts, hoping to buy time. 

 

"Form up! Buy time for the juniors to escape!" roared a Gold Tier expert from Iron Fang Sect, planting his heavy blade into the stone. 

 

They clashed. 

 

Even at Gold Tier 1, these experts were quickly overwhelmed by the demonic beasts' relentless fury. Their strikes were sharp, calculated but the beasts were driven by an ancient wrath. Their movements were wild but devastating. 

 

One of the experts was sent flying into a rock wall, blood spraying as his ribs shattered. Another barely dodged a swipe that would have cleaved him in half. 

 

Elsewhere, demons who had come seeking treasure tried to escape the madness—but they too were hunted. The beasts held no allegiance. This was their domain, and all outsiders were prey. 

 

Deep within the twisting corridors of the cave system, the smallest of the Gold Tier 1 Demonic Beasts reached the chamber Elton and his group had vacated just moments ago. 

 

It halted. 

 

Its massive eyes narrowed. 

 

The treasures were gone. 

 

Its gaze fell to the empty green rock. The empty pedestal where the twinkling sword had rested. The scent of intruders still hung thick in the air. 

 

With a roar that tore through the cave like a wave of fury, the beast thrashed the chamber apart. Rock shattered, dust exploded, and the very structure groaned beneath its tantrum. 

 

Its rage focused, its primal mind locked onto a single intent which was to find the thieves, Rip them to pieces, and reclaim what was stolen. 

 

The eight beasts dispersed, each in different directions. 

 

Some charged into the winding cave corridors, pursuing the scent of blood and chaos. Others burst through the ground, emerging onto the surface in clouds of debris and flame. 

 

The Gold Tier 2 beast slithered across the battlefield like a god of death, devouring all in its path. A group of rogue cultivators tried to band together and escape—but they were crushed within seconds by its tail sweep, their bodies flung like broken dolls. 

 

All throughout the battlefield, the once grand opportunity had turned into a massacre. 

 

What had started as a competition for fortune had devolved into a desperate scramble for survival. 

 

And high above, from a shattered cliffside, a lone injured elder from the Bright Brilliant Blade Sect watched the carnage unfold. 

 

"…They've awoken the sleeping guardians," he murmured grimly. "May the heavens have mercy on us all." 

 

Explosions thundered across the crumbling battlefield. Earth quaked beneath the feet of thousands, and the sky above the ravaged valley was filled with smoke and the roars of madness. The chaos had reached its apex. Eight mighty Demonic Beasts had emerged, and among them, one towering Gold Tier 2 monstrosity led the terrifying charge. 

 

From the collapsing central cave to the ruined outskirts, disciples, rogue cultivators, and even seasoned experts were fleeing in desperation. Every few moments, a clash would erupt as a Gold Tier cultivator tried to hold off one of the rampaging Beasts, But even those elite warriors could only stall, not stop. 

 

Prince Hunter ran with blood pouring down his arms and a torn uniform hanging from his frame. He and a scattered group of cultivators from various sects found themselves in the crosshairs of a Gold Tier 1 Demonic Beast. They fought back, but their unity wasn't enough. The Beast's furious counterattack struck with blinding energy. Half the group was annihilated on the spot. As the creature charged again, Prince Hunter's body glowed with the power of a talisman. He vanished in a flash of light, teleporting to safety, leaving the Demonic Beast howling in rage. 

 

It was a pattern that repeated itself across the broken landscape. Talismans activated in desperation, flinging favored disciples away from death at the last moment. The geniuses survived, many of their comrades did not. 

 

For two whole days, the horror continued. Then, a glimmer of hope appeared. The Gold Tier 1 Demonic Beast that first appeared days ago was brought down. Five Gold Tier 1 Cultivators, joined by Silver Tier 5 elites, managed to coordinate a brutal ambush. It fell, its death roar shaking mountains. The price was heavy, but a message was clear: they could be killed. 

 

Yet that hope was brief. The Gold Tier 2 beast struck with monstrous fury. It obliterated an invading Gold Tier Demon, along with an entire force of rogue cultivators. Even the heavens seemed to tremble in the wake of its wrath. 

 

Later, another Gold Tier 1 Demonic Beast was nearly slain in another coordinated effort, but two more appeared during the climax, turning the tide. Two Gold Tier Cultivators fell that day. 

 

The wild lands turned into a nightmarish gauntlet. Beasts of all tiers hunted without mercy. For nearly four days, the cultivators ran, fought, and died. Elton and his group were no exception. 

 

Elton, now partially attuned to his newfound sword, had become strong enough to cut down Silver Tier 4 enemies with ease. Christy, her new gem embedded in her forehead, wielded perception beyond normal means. Her attacks became more precise, her awareness nearly divine. Zoro's black scarf pulsed with power, enhancing his reflexes and Ki flow, while Cedric's golden dagger burned through foes with wicked precision. 

 

Despite their growth, exhaustion plagued them. Their bodies ached, wounds layered over wounds, and their breathing grew ragged with every step. 

 

Then came another test. 

 

Twelve Demonic Beasts surrounded them, one of them a hulking Silver Tier 5. With grit, teamwork, and pain, they fought. Blades sang, flames roared, and energy cracked through the air. Elton's sword danced, Zoro's twin blades cut with eerie silence, Christy's chaos palms shattered defenses, and Cedric struck like a burning meteor. 

 

One by one, their enemies fell. They stood bloodied, gasping for breath, and wounded once again. 

 

But they had survived. And survival, in this hellish wilderness, was a victory of its own. 

 

They did not stop. They ran. 

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